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Fortieth Reap → Action
[The last couple of weeks have been really eventful for Ragna. He died and his death penalty took away the Azure he was used to, leaving with with a worthless arm and eye. Stuff happened between himself and Noel. And he learned how to bake brownies, give or take. Given that most of this happened while Ragna was trying to hole himself up in hiding or in the house, Ragna decided that he needed to get outside and do something. Something productive. So what does he decide to do?
A night at Good Spirits.
It's kind of productive. Socially productive. Only a little bit, because he's not all that social anyway. But it's a thing he's doing, and it's taking a lot out of him given the fact that he's showing up in public with a worthless arm and eye. It shows weakness, and it's something Ragna doesn't want to broadcast to the world. But he can't hide in the house forever. Noel had been nagging him about it, and he didn't want to hear it from someone else he knows when they realize he hasn't been getting that much air. People can be annoying, gosh.
Anyway, once Ragna settles himself in the bar, he minds his own business and resigns himself to looking kind of mopey by the bar counter with a drink in hand. A light drink, because he's learned that holding his liquor is virtually impossible for him. Or maybe it was that god awful drink Nami brought him -- doesn't matter, he's sticking to the light stuff.
Come bother the guy since he's out and about for the first time, and not trying to be sneaky. But he is trying to look normal, which just makes him look weird. Like side-eying people and accidentally making faces.]
A night at Good Spirits.
It's kind of productive. Socially productive. Only a little bit, because he's not all that social anyway. But it's a thing he's doing, and it's taking a lot out of him given the fact that he's showing up in public with a worthless arm and eye. It shows weakness, and it's something Ragna doesn't want to broadcast to the world. But he can't hide in the house forever. Noel had been nagging him about it, and he didn't want to hear it from someone else he knows when they realize he hasn't been getting that much air. People can be annoying, gosh.
Anyway, once Ragna settles himself in the bar, he minds his own business and resigns himself to looking kind of mopey by the bar counter with a drink in hand. A light drink, because he's learned that holding his liquor is virtually impossible for him. Or maybe it was that god awful drink Nami brought him -- doesn't matter, he's sticking to the light stuff.
Come bother the guy since he's out and about for the first time, and not trying to be sneaky. But he is trying to look normal, which just makes him look weird. Like side-eying people and accidentally making faces.]
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[...but appears to be doing a shitty job at that. 8|a]
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Can't you just do what I say!?
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Mmph! [WILL YOU PLEASE RELEASE YOUR HAND, AT LEAST?]
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Nod your head if you're gonna be good!
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Out of defiance, she angrily shakes her head no. B|]
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That it may have well been stapled.]
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To pry off.
Hand.
LET GO.] Mmmmm!
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Remember how there were some people staring? ...some?]
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[People staring? Perish the thought. Ragna certainly has.]
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Being the adult that she is, she shoves her face in his chest.]
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OW OW OW HIS HAND CAN'T BEND LIKE THAT, pulling that away now.] Agh!
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And she'll stay right where she is, giggling.]
Noel win...
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Shit, that freaking hurt... [Jerk.]
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Hurt? [...what did she even do for that to happen.]
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